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Epigr. 14.
Rvfus hath spent his gummes and vnderlippe,Cancelde his face, vndonne his faithfull eyes,
And searde his throate with many a scalding sipp,
Of Ala fortis where his treasure lies.
Onely his nose remaines to comfort him,
Which hath encroacht ore all the partes beside,
Erecting Trophees ore his conquered chinn.
Fayre crested, tall, voluminous and wide.
87
Tanquam sub Aiacis clypeo.
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